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Today, I toured two apartments. One was rather cute, but small. I like it, but I'm not loving it, so I think I will have to pass on that one for now even if it did have the lovely natrual wood floor. The second one I saw was horrible. Just horrible. I don't understand how anyone could live in such a building. I felt like I would suffocate just walking through the maze-like hallways with visible pipes lining the ceilings. I imagined it to living within the quarters of a submarine. The air was stale and warm. The lights flickered. The unit the manager showed me had a sloping floor...literally. The fridge in the kitchen was even slanting forward.

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My brother emailed me recently and asked what my plans were regarding living situations. He, too is planning on finding a new home in August due to a falling out with his current mate. Apparently, the mate's gfriend and my brother don't fancy each other much, which is rubbing off on the mate, himself.

So, brother has a choice to move to the Valley closer to his work headquarters. A coworker is offering him two bedrooms for $700. The problem is he'd much rather live in West LA vs. the valley even if logically-speaking, he'd be saving a lot and he'd be closer to work. Now brother wants to keep his options open and maybe find a place with me. I told brother I'm used to living on my own and having my privacy, but as a last resort I'd consider finding a two-bedroom with him. And, for some reason, I feel bad to say that I don't want to live with my own brother. It'd just be too odd if I bring home a guy. It's fine by me when his gfriend is around, but it'd just be too weird if I had a guy sleep over and occasionally that happens, although rarely. Also, he'd probably torture my Puma cat and feed him all sorts of human food.